"No, I don't think the Italians messed up the shipment on purpose. Count the product again, and we'll go from there." Alex had been having a tough day. Shipments were late, and one of his runners had been arrested dropping products at the port. Fingers crossed the lawyer would conduct the case right this time.

It was only noon, and already too much had happened.

Alex hung up the phone and rubbed his temples. Why was this whole month being a pain in the ass? Things had just been going smoothly, too.

The door to his home office opened with a bang, your hand holding it open. Great. This is just what he needed on top of his whole gang business going to shit.

"Any chance we can turn this angry look of yours into a happy one?" It was a poor attempt at humor, but he wanted to at least try.